Gospel of Pochuism
How projects are killed under the guise of updates, tokens and pathos
“In the beginning was the Word. But it was erased by a commit from root. And it became empty..."
Every techie has seen at least once how a promising project rots from the inside. Not from lack of updates. Not from hate. And from something more sticky, elusive and ubiquitous - I don’t give a fuck.
1. Simulacra of meaning
There is such a sect. It includes deacon moderators, archimandrite managers and Sachkov-like gurus, giving out promises of a new Eden, where the token will cost $100,500, and the update is just around the corner. But the Gospel of Fuck-ism is not about fulfillment. It’s about the endless “soon”, “wait”, “we hear you”. About powder in the eyes, where instead of plans there is PR, instead of architecture there is Discord, and instead of people there are numbers in analytics.
2. Shell cult
Projects in which the authors once poured their souls into them are turning into a cult of the interface. Pray for a new icon. Praise “convenience.” But don’t touch the structure, don’t raise the topic of authorship, don’t ask questions. “Have you not seen the changelog? There are three lines there - that means the work is underway!”
Meanwhile, writers, the very ones who created unique solutions, write less. Then - into silence. And then they disappear. Their code is overwritten, commits are rebased, and their name disappears in the glory of the “team”.
3. Deception as infrastructure
The whole system rests on one simple principle: to tickle the ego of the crowd. The hamsters, who were told that they were “part of the great,” are happy. Even if the product is a bunch of patches on top of legacy. Even if the roadmap is fake. The main thing is to roll the dice.
Giving a damn is when they know what they are doing is bad, but they do it because “it will do.” This is when value is measured not in hours of work, but in likes on the founder’s tweet.
4. Real projects are a joint creation.
Not a single high-quality project has grown out of the cult of one head. It was always the work of dozens, hundreds of people who respected the work of others, heard feedback, and thought for years to come. They were not interested in the hype of the week. They built infrastructure, not scenery.
5. Final
While we cover up our nonsense with beautiful words, while we erase the authors and call it “optimization”, projects die. Not noisy. Not with a wild crash. And it was as if it never happened. And in their place is emptiness. Render where there are no faces. Just a wrapper. Only a cult.
“And I saw a project without a soul, and it had no name, and the memory of it disappeared, like a diff without a flag --cached. And I said: behold, this is nonsense that has come in the flesh.”
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